The Marching Dream - Suzanne Vega

    I have dreamed that many men
    Have marched across this field
    I have wished that I could take each one
    And hold him against the flame in my heart

    I had a dream that my face was old
    And all the children came to see
    First they laughed and then they ran
    And I slammed the door behind them

    And as tha tears began to rise you climbed the stairs
    You came into my arms where I was waiting there
    Now I have dreamed of all men's arms
    But this time it was you
    I drew the curtains and it was dark
    And it was strange and it was new

    I have wished thal I could hear each secret told
    By lovers in the battle with each shade of red and gold
    I have wished that I could take each man and hold him to the flame
    And read the secret writing there and know each one by name

    I have dreamed that many men
    Have marched across this field
    I have wished that I could pour my life into each one
    Listening, listening, listening

    1984 By Suzanne Vega
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